Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.